Chapter 126: Mo Fan in the 'Bronze Mirror'
The skeleton army surged forward like a tidal wave, their sheer numbers so overwhelming that they flattened the mountains beneath their feet.
Tens of thousands of blood-red eyes filled the space, their intensity so unnerving that it made one's hair stand on end. The killing intent they emitted was so thick that it felt as if the air had solidified, and those with weaker souls might even have their spirits torn apart on the spot.
With every low growl, the surrounding air seemed to tear apart, as countless crimson skeletons swarmed in. Their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty glow, determined to consume all life.
These skeletons came in various shapes and sizes. Some wielded long bone swords, others carried giant axes, and some brandished sharp claws. They let out shrill roars, showing no fear.
"Heavenly Flame Funeral: Blazing Rain!"
As Mo Fan unleashed his devastating ability, it became an awe-inspiring spectacle. Raising both hands, he summoned a scorching ball of green and brown flames in his palms, emitting a heat so intense it seemed capable of melting everything in existence.
At Mo Fan's command, the fire from the heavens descended, crashing down upon the densely packed skeletons. The skeletons, sensing danger, let out piercing shrieks and attempted to resist the oncoming destruction.
However, when the flames of the Heavenly Flame Funeral made contact with the skeletons, everything changed. The fire erupted in an instant.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Azure Flame Domain!"
As the firestorm erupted into a sea of flames, Mo Fan created a massive wall of fire with his mastery, engulfing the skeleton horde completely. The flames rampaged through the skeleton army, crackling and snapping as if composing a symphony of destruction.
In the glow of the fire, the blood-red eyes of the skeletons appeared even more terrifying, but their struggles and shrieks were drowned out by the roaring flames. As the fire blazed on, the skeletons began to fall one by one, their bodies turning to ash in the inferno, leaving only piles of white bones behind.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After Mo Fan swiftly dealt with a large portion of the skeletons, a sudden, thunderous noise rang out!
A skeleton commander of considerable strength charged towards him.
Mo Fan's hands shimmered with light, and a large hammer quickly materialized.
As soon as the hammer formed, Mo Fan casually hurled it!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The hammer flew at breakneck speed!
"Bang!"
The hammer smashed into the oncoming skeleton commander, sending it flying.
"Awwooo~~~!!!"
As Mo Fan repelled the bone commander, the Winged Azure Wolf spread its wings, unleashing a terrifying sonic wave that blasted straight through the skeleton horde!
The sonic wave exploded in the midst of the skeleton army like a thunderclap. Wherever the wave passed, skeletons were blown apart, some reduced to dust on the spot. Even those left standing wobbled precariously, as if they could collapse at any moment.
"Fiery Fist: Ground Break!"
"Lonely Death Lightning: Thunder Arm!"
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While Mo Fan was enduring the life-or-death trial on the Nine Bridges to Death, and One to Life, in the ancient capital, Han Ji and the others weren't idle either.
Though they hadn't made any decisive moves yet, at that moment, Mu He appeared, handing over the antidote that Zhang Xiaohou desperately needed.
Mu He also confirmed what Mo Fan had said—Ancient King's Tomb was indeed located in the Dark Abyss!
However, upon learning this truth, Han Ji felt a wave of despair!
The Dark Abyss… it was one of the absolute forbidden zones for humanity. How could a human mage possibly venture into such a place?
"Chairman, Mo Fan has already headed toward the Dark Abyss, though we don't know if..." Zhu Meng said, recalling the direction Mo Fan had headed earlier.
If he hadn't been killed by the undead, or swallowed by the Dark Abyss by now, he might already have entered it.
But even Zhu Meng found it hard to believe that Mo Fan could have entered the Abyss.
It was a human forbidden zone, and no matter how strong a high-level mage was, how could they hope to survive there?
"What? Mo Fan went toward the Dark Abyss?"
Han Ji was stunned, thinking that this kid was being reckless!
Nearby, Mu Bai and Zhou Min suddenly realized why Mo Fan had asked them to deal with Zhang Xiaohou's issue—it was because Mo Fan planned to go on a suicide mission!
Upon learning that Mo Fan had ventured into the Dark Abyss, Zhang Xiaohou grew anxious. He had no idea why his older brother would want to go to such a terrifying place, but his first instinct was to go after him.
In his haste, he didn't even notice the undead horde below.
Thankfully, Liu Ru stopped him: "You fool! Mo Fan knew you'd do something stupid."
"But Brother Fan…"
Zhang Xiaohou had been pretending to have amnesia, and up until now, he hadn't told Mo Fan the truth.
He hadn't even thanked him.
If Mo Fan had indeed gone into the Dark Abyss to save him, how could Zhang Xiaohou allow him to go through such danger alone?
"Chairman, someone claiming to be the village chief of Wei Ju Village has come forward. He says he saw the imperial tomb," reported a mage from the Forbidden Army, rushing over.
"Saw the imperial tomb? What do you mean? Where is he?" Han Ji asked.
"He's outside."
"Bring him in!"
At the bell tower, a large, ancient table was placed in the middle, with a small, palm-sized bronze mirror resting on top. A group of people crowded around the table, their eyes glued to the image in the mirror.
"It's really Mo Fan!" Han Ji, though exhausted, could not hide his excitement.
He never imagined that Mo Fan had actually entered the Dark Abyss!
Although Mo Fan wasn't physically present, Mu Bai and the others, along with the help of Liu Xian and Liu Ru, had managed to handle the members of the Black Vatican. After Hong Jun's death, the village chief, Xie Sang, finally came to his senses. Wanting to atone for his sins, he handed over the bronze mirror so that the mages of the Magic Association could see what was happening inside the tomb.
In fact, Xie Sang had only recently realized that the bronze mirror wasn't just a simple ancient artifact. He had used it to see Mo Fan when he had entered the village and witnessed his extraordinary display of power. That's when he decided to come forward and hand over the artifact.
"Did Mo Fan kill all those undead?" Yao Nan asked, shocked by the sight of the corpses reflected in the bronze mirror.
"What kind of battle has he been through…" Zhu Meng also murmured.
Even someone like him was shocked by Mo Fan's sheer combat power!
This young man, fighting alone, had slain so many undead that their corpses were piling up like mountains!
"Chief, where is this place?" Zhang Xiaohou asked Xie Sang.
"This… this could be the Nine Bridges to Death, and One to Life from our ancient teachings. And it seems like he has stepped onto the Death Bridge," Xie Sang explained.
Mo Fan had jumped into the Dark Abyss earlier, but by the time Xie Sang noticed him, he was already fighting. So, Xie Sang wasn't entirely sure what had happened.
Upon hearing Xie Sang's explanation, the group didn't know what to do.
Fight or retreat?
Could they stop the Ancient King from awakening?
(End of Chapter)